Page 60 of Stay A Little Longer
Trent had dealt with fallout too. The media stalking them and plastering their faces with false headlines about fights and fallouts had done a number on him. He’d fired the man that ran his life. He’d lost his label. But he hadn’t lost his music and he’d said that was enough. His music and Lance were enough. And some days it was true, some days Lance believed him, but today, he knew that it wasn’t.
Trent needed his family, at least what was left of it. He needed his other, other half. His twin brother. The one that hadn’t supported him, had shunned him for years, but had finally worked up the courage to ask if he could be a part of Trent’s life again.
Tonight would be the first time they’d seen each other since the awkward phone call that had left Trent in tears. Lance had tried to convince him to meet with his brother one-on-one, to do it on a less stressful occasion, but Trent wouldn’t hear of it. It was Thanksgiving and Thanksgiving was all about family so here they were… awaiting the arrival of their family members, and the no doubt awkward meal that would follow.
“We’re not ready for this.” Trent sighed and turned in his arms, pulling Lance against him.
“We’re ready.”
“Liar.” Trent snorted.
“Not anymore.” Lance smiled softly and leaned up to brush their lips together, “We’re hosting our first family dinner together and it’s going to be fine. Even if my parents look at us like we’re aliens for kissing and even if you and your brother don’t patch things up and end up throwing food at each other, we’re going to be fine.”
Trent trembled slightly, holding in laughter, “I’m not going to get into a food fight with Trevor.”
“I might. If he’s mean to you.” Lance grinned.
“My man. So protective.” Trent nuzzled his jaw lovingly, “We’ll be okay because when they all leave tonight, we get to go to bed together, in our bed, in our house, in this wonderful, amazing life that we’ve made together.”
“Mmm.” Lance moaned as Trent trailed his lips down his throat, “My man. Such a sweet talker.”
The ding of the doorbell sounded loud from downstairs and they both groaned. Their guests were here. At least one of them was. The ringing came again and Lance growled as he pulled away from Trent.
“That’s Lulu.”
Trent flashed a dimpled grin, “You don’t know that.”
As the bell continued ringing Lance cracked his neck and sighed, “It’s Lulu. Nobody else is that obnoxious. Only little sisters.”
“Hey. Hey.” Trent caught him by the hand and pulled him back when Lance started to step away, “Hey, just remember, we can deal with them, with all of them, as long as we’re together.”
“Okay.”
Trent pulled him close and pressed their lips together as the annoying doorbell rang through the house and they ignored it. Lance nipped his bottom lip and Trent groaned and deepened the kiss. His tongue stroking over Lance’s lips, seeking entry, and claiming his territory as soon as he got it. He stroked and teased and sucked and only when they were grinding together, getting lost in the moment, did Lance force himself to pull away.
“Lulu…” He sucked in a gasp of air and Trent groaned.
“Now there’s a boner killer.”
Lance laughed, “Tell me about it.”
“Go answer the door, baby.” Trent kissed his forehead and then shoved him away, “I need a minute and then I’ll come downstairs.”
“Don’t leave me down there all alone.”
“Promise.”
With that, Lance turned and left their bedroom. He jogged down the stairs, his irritation with his sister returning as the doorbell continued to ring. She was twenty-three years old. She was an adult. This ridiculous, obnoxious, childish behavior had to stop and he fully intended to tell her that when he jerked the door open but the look on her face stopped him in his tracks.
She was pale. Her face white and tear-soaked. Her eyes red-rimmed and her mascara smudged. Her hair was mussed as if she’d been pulling at it and he the overprotective big brother in him roared to the surface.
“What happened? What’s wrong? Jesus, Lu talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong.”
Her lips trembled and tears filled her eyes again, “He proposed to her.”
Lance blinked in confusion but opened his arms instinctively. His sister rushed into them. Squeezing him tight and no doubt ruining his white shirt with her tears. He wrapped her up and pulled her inside, kicking the door shut behind them as she sobbed.
“Lu, what happened?” He asked again when she began to sniffle a few minutes later.
